04/02/12, 08:23 AM
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Join Date: Aug 2010
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*jealousy*
Those are about the sweetest smelling spring flowers ever. We used to have a wild plum along the fenceline in the pasture, delivered courtesy of some plum loving bird. The horses used to wait underneath and eat the plums before I could get them, but oh my, the few I'd get were so delicious! Deep rich flavor that dwarfs the pale imitations in the grocery. Then one day my pony decided the tree was too good, and he munched the bark all the way around like a beaver. Killed my tree. I was heartbroken.
Then I found another wild plum deep in the woods along a creek bed. I was so excited, and decided to pay the tree a few more visits when the season progressed. Unfortunately a storm brought down a much bigger tree on top of it, so now it barely sends out leaves, let alone fruit. I'll have to be on the lookout for another one. Now's the time of the season to follow one's nose, as that fragrance is indescribable!
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